I do not know what it is
but there definetly is something
about me and this country.
Or me myself in this country.
Take today for instance.
I have been surfing for two
whole hours and decide that
I deserve a nap.
So I start napping away.
Suddenly I wake up to
the fact that I think I am
hearing someone
walking in the house.
Mind you this should
not be possible as I
have closed all the
doors except for the one
leading out to the garden.
So I calmly make my way
to the toilet to you know
do my thing.
When I return from my adventures
to take my place on our newly
bought sweet couch
I am only to notice
this stinking frieckin'
creature of a lizard
staring at me on the floor.
(I swear it was the size of my arm.)
And the only thing I can think of
is thank goodness I am a biologist
before I start screaming my lungs out.
I call good ol' Johno and the phone call
kind of goes like this:
what the -piip- is that -piip- -piip- -piip- aaarggh -piip-
And then he says:
settle down baby it is just a bobtail
Right.
I hang up and decide that
that thing can't stay.
So after thirty minutes the
lizard decides outdoors is better
than indoors with a super
stressed lady and her broom,
and leaves.
But I am still left with
a disgustingly large
pile of lizard shit on the floor.
And that is when I think that
this is it. There must be something
about me and this country.
Or me in this country.
- E
